OCEANS OF SORROW
Sand castles of hope, a dreaming myope,
I can't see the tide rolling in.
Oceans of sorrow, I know tomorrow
Is but the price of today's sin.
For who guards the dream, who knows self esteem
In the rise of ambivalence?
Ye, who holds the crest o'er sweet love's inquest?
Come to this fallen Knight's defense!
Seasons of splendor, oh, what grief you render
Tied to a stake facing the sea.
‘Er misunderstood, lo, by death of all good
Grant conquest by mere memory.
Darkness impeding, wounds fresh and bleeding,
Water arise, this won't take long.
Sharks in heed the call, what's left to forestall
Bloodlust unto the waiting throng.
Salt stinging, screaming, eyes lost to dreaming
Tear agonies that underlay -
Look upon the shore of hope, held no more,
Now given unto disarray.
Whereby windswept cry, a voiceless goodbye,
Ne'er finds peace within ocean grave.
Beckons evermore a maiden's deplore
There whispers upon every wave.
By mystic allure of a love so pure,
The angels spread their wings in flight.
By rise of the tide in chance to be bride,
All dance now before me in white.
Lo, as if this wail per chance could avail,
But her who awaits knight by day.
Who with love in hand builds castles of sand,
Cries nightly their washing away.
For all behind was dark and drear,
And all before was night and fear.
How many hours of night or day
In those suspended pangs I lay,
I could not tell; I scarcely knew
If this were human breath I drew.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-29-2000).]